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When the sound of water came from the bathroom, Song Qing finally sat down on the bed exhausted. Looking at the three gift boxes piled next to him, he felt that it was a crushing of his dignity.

Taking a deep breath, he packed the gift box again, put it in the corner of the cloakroom, and then left the room.

Fry two steaks, cook pasta, top with meat sauce, and vegetable salad.

By the time everything was put on the table, Yan Junge had already been sitting on the sofa playing games. He was stunned for a moment when he saw the dish and then said, "Wow, it smells so good."

"My wife has worked hard."

Song Qing didn't miss his momentary daze. He sat down and cut the steak, "Let's eat. I'm going to eat today, so you have to wash the dishes."

Stuffed a piece of beef and chewed it, "Yeah, no problem."

Although Yan Junge deliberately wanted to find a topic, Song Qing lacked interest and could only finish the meal in silence while Yan Junge put away the dishes.

After Song took a shower, he went straight to bed and lay down on his side. Yan Junge was asking for trouble and was playing games on the other side. Unknowingly, it was almost 11 o'clock.

He touched his hungry stomach and turned his head to see that Song Qing had closed his eyes. Yan Junge got out of bed and rummaged in the kitchen, "Where are the instant noodles that I hid before? I remember putting them here."

After searching all over the place, he still couldn't find it. Yan Junge sat down at the dining table in frustration, "I've had enough of juice bread sandwiches, steak pasta and salad all day long."

He sighed, "Now I don't even have the instant noodles I secretly hid, and I feel like my life is hopeless."

I haven’t had emo for too long, so I gritted my teeth, put on my coat, went out, and went downstairs.

Too many things happened today, and Song Qing never fell asleep. When Yan Junge got out of bed and opened his eyes, he originally thought that he would be back soon, but after waiting for 5 minutes, there was no movement.

She quietly opened the door and saw what he was rummaging in the kitchen. When she heard the words he muttered clearly, Song Qing felt a blow to the head and chills all over her body.

I wash clothes and cook for him every day, but this is what he thinks.

Somehow, he went out quietly and followed him.

I watched Yan Junge walk through the back door of the community, walk around two streets, and enter a small fry shop. He skillfully found a seat and ordered food.

The boss greeted him knowingly, "Hey, I'm not full yet so I went out to play in the wild."

He joked, "What did you eat today? I guess, steak, pasta, salad."

Yan Junge smiled helplessly, "You can come out to the stall to tell your fortune, and put more chili pepper in my portion."

The boss laughed even louder, "Haha, if your elite girlfriend doesn't do this every day, how can she do anything else?"

Then he yelled, "The fried rice you just made was more spicy."

Song Qing didn't know how she got home. She originally wanted to go up and question him, scolding him for why he went out to eat at a roadside stall after dinner.

But seeing Yan Junge eating fried rice and fried skewers, he seemed to have lost his strength.

Judging from his appearance, he should often go out for extra meals at night, and it was obvious that he had complained about himself to the shop owner.

This doesn't seem to be important to her now, it's just an added weight.

He remembered that Yan Junge brought her here once when they first got together.

She remembered that Yan Junge excitedly introduced her favorite store and even ordered the store's signboard for herself.

But what did I do at that time? I didn’t eat a bite, didn’t notice the boss’s embarrassment, and all kinds of objections to the bad hygiene, high oil, and high salt that were unhealthy.

Yan Junge happily finished two portions.

I haven't brought her here since.

She thought she had influenced him and made him get away from these roadside stalls and eat healthy and clean every day. But when she didn't know it, Yan Junge would walk across two streets alone and come here to eat a bowl of fried rice. .

What's next?

If the two of them live together, Yan Junge will always sneak out to eat like this.

still,,

I just won’t come back for dinner,,,

She lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. Her mind was confused and she seemed to have entered a dead end.

The scene just now kept flashing through her mind. The restaurant owner's words were like a steel needle piercing her heart, and blood was dripping. Does it mean that Yan Junge thought the same way?

Then there was the scene of Yan Junge's parents hearing about her career embarrassment, and the scene of Yan Junxiao not letting herself touch Li Xingtong.

Trivial things in life were also brought to mind, and he was corrected for leaving dirty clothes and socks, vomiting in the house after drinking, and even forced to share the housework.

Wait, wait, everything, seemed to be telling her that the past six months were all fake, and they were all the good things she thought she was.

"Crack."

The door opened, and Yan Junge tiptoed into the room, his body covered with water vapor. Apparently he had taken a shower specifically to avoid the smell of food on his body.

Song Qing turned her back to him and quietly opened her eyes, looking at the electronic watch on the bedside. It read 1:10 in the morning.

Was this how you spent every night in the past?

Soon, the sound of even breathing came from his side. Looking back at Yan Junge who had fallen asleep with his back to him, Song Qing suddenly thought, can this relationship continue?

Is there any need to continue?

Early the next morning, Song went out early and left a note, 'Keli has something to do, so he should leave first. ’

She didn't make a sandwich for Yan Junge or squeeze juice for him. She humbly wondered if Yan Junge would want to eat the sandwich she made by herself.

She didn't sleep last night. She thought too much and couldn't figure it out. In the morning, she didn't know how to face Yan Junge, so she went out early.

Throughout the day, she relied on coffee to stay awake, but she always remembered what happened yesterday and couldn't concentrate.

Shen Ran patted her shoulder and said, "Sister Qingqing, would you like to rest for a while? I will write this report."

Song Qing finally came back to his senses, looked at the garbled computer screen, and sighed, "Sorry to trouble you."

I went to the side and made myself another cup of coffee, and then started to daze.

Shen Ran really couldn't control his gossiping nature and asked softly, "Sister Qingqing, has Captain Yan made you angry?"

"I see that you have been absent-minded all day today, and you didn't come together in the morning."

"Captain Yan came to see you, but you made excuses not to see you, and you didn't even have lunch together."

Song Qing didn't expect her to observe so carefully, but she still shook her head. She didn't want her subordinates to discuss her love life.

"You go ahead and get some air while I go out."

"Okay,," said Bu Ba Ba, unwilling to give in.

Song Qing walked to Yan Junge's office out of habit. When he realized what he was doing, he turned around and went to the top floor.

The autumn wind was already a bit cold, but it made her clearer.

There were too many things in her mind, and she suddenly wanted to ask Yan Junge what he was thinking.

But she also knew that she was not calm now and could not communicate well at all.

I took out my cell phone, not knowing who to call.

Parents? They only know that they have a date, and if they call them rashly to complain, they must have a bad impression of Yan Junge.

colleague? No, she said it, which was equivalent to telling Yan Junge directly.

Best friend? It seems possible. The two of them have been playing together since childhood, and they must be able to understand themselves.